Page 6 of Miami Confessions


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“I didn’t mean to ruin your weekend. Ella just deserves the best,” I argued.

“And you think I don’t know that?”

“I just wanted her to have fun.”

“So did I. And we were going to until you swooped in to ‘save’ everything,” she took another sip of her water. “Real prick behavior.”

“Fine, maybe I am a prick. I apologize for ruining everything you worked so hard to plan.”

“I know you don’t mean that.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, daring her to challenge me more. I was having a great time arguing with her. She was passionate and determined. Every second I spent with her, it got harder to keep my hands off of her.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” I asked.

She seemed surprised by the sudden change of topic.

“I had one cocktail at the concert. Why?”

“Just making sure you’re going to remember this conversation.”

She raised an eyebrow at me, but didn’t say anything else. We glanced over to the dance floor at the same time to see Ella in the middle of a dance circle with yet another drink in her hand.

“You still have the limo rented for tonight, right?” I asked Grace.

She nodded.

“How about I give you a ride back to the resort, and the rest of them take the limo back?”

Grace picked up her phone to check the time. I could see her contemplating my offer for a long time before she finally responded.

“Fine. But it’s only because it’s late and I’m exhausted.”

“I wouldn’t assume it was for any other reason.”

I escorted her outside through a back door where my driver was waiting for me. We slipped into the backseat of the car and took off towards the resort. It was quiet for a few minutes before Grace finally looked over at me.

“I’m still pissed at you, you know.”

“Yes, I know.”

She seemed surprised but satisfied at that answer. She settled back into her seat and closed her eyes. Her lips pursed, just slightly, and I started to lean towards her. I wanted to devour those lips. I wanted them on my skin, and maybe on my cock. No, definitely on my cock.

Her eyes popped open, and I was several inches closer to her than I had been when she had closed them. I admired the deep blue for a split second before her lips melted into mine. I wasn’t sure who kissed who, but I wasn’t going to question it, or stop it.

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GRACE

Dylan’s lips were soft and warm. They tasted vaguely of cherry. Or maybe it was strawberry. Either way, I didn’t care. They were kissing me and that’s all that mattered. Wait a minute. I couldn’t be kissing him. He was my best friend’s brother. And he was a complete jackass. What the hell was I doing?

I tried to pull away, but his hand on the back of my neck wouldn’t let me get too far. He pulled me back into him, but when I struggled again, he released me.

“What is it?” he asked.

“We can’t be doing this.”

“Why not?”

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